Under the Bad Boy's Spell

The News

"Class, today I am explaining the second part of your assignment. The school council has agreed to send you all to France for the two months of Christmas holiday. It's more a luxury than an educational trip." Mr O'Donald explained.
Children mumbled excitedly throughout the class. The chatter died down when the principal stepped into the classroom. His intimidating presence was enough to quiet down the whole city.
"Let me make this clear," The principal started, "There will be no funny business on this trip or I will cancel it immediately."
The students nodded in understanding before the principal walked out of the classroom.
"Further information will be given closer to the time, but I expect each and every one of you to behave." Mr O'Donald said and at his last words, his eyes landed on Caspian next to me.
The whole class followed his gaze and all eyes were on Caspian. I saw a little grin play on his lips before he parted his lips to say something.
"Don't worry, Mr O'Donald, I will behave for as long as I possibly can." His words were mixed with sarcasm, but some amusement too.
I had to bite down on my bottom lip to prevent myself from bursting with laughter, because of the look on Mr O'Donald's face. Caspian surely had one specific talent: Annoying Mr O'Donald.

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"Ugh, I can't wait until the holiday!" Lisa shrieked during lunch time in the cafeteria, "Two whole months in France! We get to go to Paris, the most-"
"The most romantic city on earth," Terry interrupted her casually, "We've heard you say it about a thousand times, Lisa. It's all you've been talking about since first period."
I had to laugh at my friends. They were like two toddlers fighting over a teddy bear. I always used to say to them that they sound like a married couple with all their arguing.
"Terry!" Lisa shouted.
When I looked up from my lunch, I saw Lisa holding her upper arm and glaring at Terry.
"He punched me!" She said outraged while she caressed her arm and pouted her lips.
"Oh, come on! It wasn't even that hard. I barely touched you." Terry began.
"Frog face."
"Cow."
"Douche-bag."
"Moaning Myrtle."
"Guys, would you leave the arguing for later, please? I am trying to eat here and all I hear is frogface and douchebag." I imitated them and gave a small smirk.
My words earned me irritated looks from both of my friends. They looked my way as if what I said shocked them to the bone.
"What?" I shrugged my shoulders and looked at them curiously.
They kept staring my way, but not directly at me. I turned around in my seat and my heart sank into my shoes. In the middle of the cafeteria, in broad daylight, in the presence of a thousand students, Caspian stood kissing Meghan... AGAIN!
I didn't know what it was, whether is was the boiling anger of seeing the kiss or the terrible hurt I felt, which made me stand up from my seat and walk their way.
"What the hell, Caspian! After what happened yesterday at your house? After you kissed me, after you told me how unconditionally you still love me!" I raised my tone of voice.
"Becca, it's not what it looks like-" He began to stutter nervously.
"Yes! Yes, it's exactly what it looks like! You know, I actually thought you changed, but I guess I was wrong." The disappointment and hurt in my voice were crystal clear.
I walked past him to get to the door when he grabbed hold of my wrist and swung me around.
"Becca, I can explain." His eyes were swimming with regret and a hint of hurt.
"Explain! Explain what exactly? There is nothing to explain. It seemed clear to me." I stated coldly and glared at him.
"Becca..." He said softly.
"Don't call me Becca! I am not your Becca anymore." I pulled away from his grip and gave him one last disappointing look before I whipped around and exited the cafeteria.
I went to the head office, signed myself out and headed home. My mom was still at work which relieved me, because I really didn't feel like answering any questions. I headed straight up to my room and slammed the door shut before I grabbed anything close to me and swung it across the room. Vases, books, pillows and photo's shattered against the wall. After draining all of my energy, I sank to the floor and sobbed into my hands.
I didn't know for how long I sat in the middle of my room, between the mess, and cried.
"Becca? Honey, what's wrong?" I heard my mother's voice from my bedroom door.
She fell to her knees next to me and pulled me into one of her caring hugs. I sobbed into her chest as I felt her fingers brushing through my hair.
"I am such a fool. Why is it always me? Why after everything I have been through?" I managed to get out between the sobs.
My mother lifted my chin from her chest and made me look into her eyes. I saw how worried she was.
"Honey, you are always going to get hurt. Real love doesn't mean you won't get hurt. It means who is worth the pain. Who is worth crying for. Who is worth the sleepless nights?"
"Did you and dad ever fight?" I asked and my voice broke at the mention of him.
"Yes. Yes we did, but our love for each other was stronger than anything that came between us." I heard my mother's sadness in her voice.
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer to me. I just wanted to stay there in her arms the whole night.